Poems from the works of Charles Cotton; newly decorated by Claud Lovat Fraser . And see the Seas becalmd behind,Not crispt with any breeze of Wind;The Tempest has forsook the Waves,And on the Land begins his braves. Hark, hark their Voices higher tear the Welkin with their Cries;The very Rocks their fury feel,And like sick Drunkards nod, and reel. Louder, and louder, still they come,Niles Cataracts to these are dumb;The Cyclope to these Blades are Anvils shake the burning Hill. Were all the Stars enlightned Skies,As full of Ears as sparkling Eyes;This rattle on the Chryst

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Poems from the works of Charles Cotton; newly decorated by Claud Lovat Fraser . And see the Seas becalmd behind,Not crispt with any breeze of Wind;The Tempest has forsook the Waves,And on the Land begins his braves. Hark, hark their Voices higher tear the Welkin with their Cries;The very Rocks their fury feel,And like sick Drunkards nod, and reel. Louder, and louder, still they come,Niles Cataracts to these are dumb;The Cyclope to these Blades are Anvils shake the burning Hill. Were all the Stars enlightned Skies,As full of Ears as sparkling Eyes;This rattle on the Chrystal HallWould be enough to deaf them all. What monstrous Race is hither tostThus to Alarm our British Coast;With Outcries such as never yetWar or Confusion could 43

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